dmims Chapter 39 Old Grudges Come to the Door, Evil Neighbor Provokes
Chapter 39 Old Grudges Come to the Door, Evil Neighbor Provokes
Chapter 39 Old Grudges Come to the Door, Evil Neighbor Provokes
1. The thugs surrounded the gate, displaying arrogance.
The news that Chen Shanhe was about to leave for the provincial capital had just spread throughout Qinglong Town.
Before he had even finished packing, a sudden burst of chaotic and heavy footsteps erupted outside the courtyard gate.
His footsteps were hurried and forceful, carrying an air of arrogance and violence, as he rammed straight into the courtyard gate.
The chickens and ducks in the yard were startled and scurried about, clucking and squawking, creating chaos throughout the yard.
The next moment, Wang Sanleng, the village doctor, strode into the courtyard with a menacing air.
He wore a short cloth jacket with the collar wide open, and his face was full of bulging, fleshy muscles that jiggled wildly.
His triangular eyes slanted upwards, revealing a fierce look, making him resemble a mad dog whose tail had been stepped on.
Two thugs followed closely behind him.
One wore a tattered hat askew, the other had his chest exposed, both walked with a swaying gait, their shoulders crooked, and a blade of grass dangling from their mouths.
He was clearly a petty scoundrel in town who stole chickens and dogs and caused trouble.
The three men, burly and imposing, blocked the exit completely, standing in the middle of the courtyard gate.
They left no room for maneuver, clearly intending to provoke and cause trouble.
"Chen Shanhe! Get out here right now!"
"Don't think you can just walk away and wipe the slate clean. It's not that easy!"
"If I hadn't shown mercy back then, you would have been kicked out of Qinglong Town long ago. Would you be living such a peaceful life today?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the two thugs behind him immediately started shouting and making a scene.
One after another, they spewed out insults, their language growing ever more vulgar.
"Today I'm going to embarrass you in public and make you lose all face!"
"I'll expose all your shameful secrets and ruin your reputation before you leave!"
"Want to leave peacefully and in style? Dream on! No way!"
The three men's shouts and curses grew louder and louder, one after another.
Hearing the noise, the neighbors gathered around, peering out and whispering among themselves.
Poems as proof:
The thugs, taking advantage of their power, blocked the gate.
He hurled insults at his neighbors.
Old grudges resurfaced, and his heart turned malicious.
They were trying to bully honest people.
Second, she was quiet yet angry, ready to fight.
Inside the room, Su Wanjing sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), her head down as she packed her needlework bag.
Her fingertips gently and carefully folded the clothes Chen Shanhe would wear on the road, her movements tender.
Her eyes and brows held a gentle grace, her heart was full of anticipation for the future, and the room was filled with peace.
Su Wanjing's hands suddenly stopped moving, and the needle and thread in her hand fell onto the bundle with a "snap".
Her face turned deathly pale, completely devoid of color.
She held her breath and listened intently as each vulgar word drilled into her eardrums.
Her eyes instantly turned red, and glistening tears welled up in her eyes, teetering on the verge of falling.
Those vile curses, those slanders that distorted the truth, one after another, one sentence after another.
Like sharp steel needles, they pierced her heart, causing her chest to feel tight and making it hard to breathe.
Su Wanjing could no longer contain herself and suddenly stood up.
His chest heaved violently, his breathing became rapid, and he was so angry that he couldn't control his whole body and trembled slightly.
"That's outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!"
She bit her lower lip, her teeth almost digging into her flesh, her voice filled with suppressed anger and grievance.
"Back then, they clearly conspired to frame us and maliciously framed us. Now, the guilty party is accusing us first, and they think they're in the right!"
Her eyes were red and swollen, and tears finally rolled down her cheeks and dripped onto her clothes.
She took a step forward, ready to rush out regardless of everything, her willow-leaf eyebrows raised and her almond-shaped eyes filled with fierceness.
"I'm going out to reason with them! Why are they bullying people for no reason? Why are they distorting the truth like this?!"
She had just taken a step when her arm was suddenly gently pulled by a hand.
But suddenly, it firmly stopped her impulsive steps, preventing her from moving even half a step.
Su Wanjing felt a sudden urge to turn around and met Chen Shanhe's eyes.
Only the ancient well remained calm and still, like a deep pool without a ripple.
With just that one glance, her agitated heart calmed down somewhat, and her anger subsided a little.
Poems as proof:
Jiao'e was angered by the insults.
Her delicate hands clenched into fists, tears welling up in her eyes.
Wanting to go out and argue about right and wrong,
The situation calmed down temporarily after being gently pulled by Lang.
III. Mountains and rivers move slowly, their demeanor steady.
Chen Shanhe saw that Wan Jing was trembling with anger, her eyes filled with tears, and she looked aggrieved.
He looked at Wanjing and slowly shook his head, his gaze as calm as a deep pool, without a trace of impatience.
His tone was light and steady, each word clear and resonant in Wanjing's ears, soothing her heart.
Don't go.
"Arguing with such people about who is better or worse is just beneath our dignity."
"Trust me, I know what I'm doing today and I will never let you suffer any injustice."
Wanjing gazed into his calm eyes and felt the gentle strength on his shoulder.
She bit her lip, her nose stinging, and finally nodded gently, ceasing her struggle.
Seeing that she had calmed down, Chen Shanhe slowly released his grip, turned around, and walked away.
Step by step, he walked towards the door, his steps neither hurried nor slow, steady and powerful, each step firm and solid.
He stood ramrod straight, with level shoulders and a pine-like posture, dressed in ordinary cloth.
Yet he possessed a dignified air, standing like a straight and sturdy spear, displaying his noble character.
His face showed no anger, no panic, no resentment, and not even a trace of fear.
Calm and composed, as if the people outside were not thugs causing trouble, but ordinary neighbors coming to visit.
As he reached the door, he paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over Wang Sanleng and the two thugs with nonchalant ease.
Wang Sanleng's heart skipped a beat when he saw that look, and his arrogance involuntarily diminished.
My back tightened slightly, and a sense of fear arose in my heart, but when the time came, I had no choice but to grit my teeth and face it.
"Chen Shanhe, you finally dared to come out? I thought you were going to hide in your room like a turtle, never daring to show your face again!"
Chen Shanhe's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint yet cold, clear yet sharp smile, his eyes slightly icy.
"Wang Sanleng, let's talk this out. There's no need to make a scene here, disturb the neighbors, and lose face."
"Back then, the rights and wrongs, the truth and the falsehood, the right and the wrong, all had their own scales in the eyes of the villagers."
Everyone has their own opinion; no one can hide who is right and who is wrong, who is good and who is evil.
"You came here today to cause trouble and hurled insults; besides losing face and moral integrity, what else do you have left?"
His voice was not loud, but it was steady and powerful, full of energy, and every word was clear and distinct.
Although he didn't shout, he exuded an awe-inspiring authority that instantly quieted the noisy scene.
The onlookers nodded in agreement, their gazes towards Wang Sanleng now tinged with disdain.
Poems as proof:
The man slowly walked out of the courtyard.
With a straight back and a clear mind.
Calm and composed, with a clear understanding of the situation.
One word silenced the wicked.
IV. With a plan firmly in mind, he left his hometown.
Wang Sanleng was speechless for a moment, standing there dumbfounded, unable to utter a word.
His face flushed red and then turned pale, and he became furious and embarrassed. He pointed at Chen Shanhe and was about to curse again.
Chen Shanhe stopped looking at him and slowly swept his gaze over the neighbors who had gathered to watch the commotion.
His eyes were open and bright, without any pretense, exuding righteousness and revealing his broad-mindedness.
He had already made up his mind, clearly and unambiguously.
Before leaving my hometown this time, all old grudges and past events must be sorted out and settled completely.
Avoid making enemies and grudges.
Neither humble nor arrogant, neither deceiving nor humiliating.
Without suffering any injustice or losing face.
If you're going to leave, leave with dignity, integrity, and a clear conscience.
If you're going to leave, leave with a clear conscience, openly and honestly, with integrity.
Never leave with grudges, never leave behind troubles, set off on your journey clean and pure.
Su Wanjing stood inside the door, quietly watching Chen Shanhe's composed back and his imposing demeanor.
The anxiety, resentment, and anger in my heart gradually subsided and calmed down.
She pursed her lips tightly, no longer acting impulsively or stepping forward, but simply standing silently behind him.
His eyes were full of trust, peace of mind, and dependence.
She believed him.
I believe he knows what he's doing.
Believe that he has his own ideas.
I believe he will not suffer humiliation in vain.
I believe he will protect her and safeguard his own dignity.
Today's provocation by thugs appears to be aggressive and arrogant.
But in the face of Chen Shanhe, who was calm, composed, and shrewd, it was nothing more than a cloud of dust about to be cleared away.
It cannot stir up any waves, disturb one's mind, or shake him in the slightest.
The clamor of the thugs will eventually subside; the unwarranted provocations will eventually come to an end.
Chen Shanhe will surely use his upright character to clear up old grievances and leave his hometown with a clear conscience.
Poems as proof:
With a well-thought-out plan in mind, one can remain calm and composed.
We must clear our names of the past.
You must leave your hometown with an open and honest heart.
Embarking on a journey with a clean conscience.